My Sexual Needs Awaken in Vegas

I thought I would tell how my sexual needs have now have become my life. Before this event, I was such an innocent naïve religious girl with few sexual encounters. I loved reading romance novels, while fantasizing it was me with the hunk. I was in sexual limbo. But first, let me give you a little background about myself.


I always thought that I wasn’t very attractive. I have real red hair down to my mid back and blue eyes. At 5’4” my body is slim with cute rounded athletic buttocks from ice skating during my youth and nicely shaped legs. My breasts are only C-cup with darker nipples. My face is young innocent looking with a small turned up nose, small mouth and thin lips. At 22 I looked like I was still in high school. During those years, guys seem to go for the girls with big bosom, therefore making me feel like an ugly duckling.

I was 19 when I lost my virginity from a guy I had dated only once before. Afterwards, I never dated him again because he bragged to his friends. Being insecure and very shy, it took a year until I went on another date and that was with my future husband. I was a novice when it came to sex. Now Michael, being 5 years older than me, was a lot more experienced. He taught me a lot, but I still didn’t like sucking his cock. When I found out that I couldn’t have children a few years later, is when my marriage fell apart.

It was like our sex suddenly disappeared and his anger became the norm. He continually was verbally abusive. Nothing physical, but a constant put down. He told me for years that I was unattractive and no one would want a barren prude like me. Finally just before I turned 28, he gave me divorce papers. He said he found someone that could give him kids. I was completely devastated. My self-esteem was at an all-time low. But I did manage to get the condo and some money from it.

Some time later my company sent me to Vegas for a week long seminar. My BFF told me to take the opportunity to find a hunk and have mind blowing sex. She said sex has always been a cure for her troubles and she felt that is what I needed to get back to living. I guess she was tired of my complaining and depressed state.

At registration I met Ken. He looked like Captain America from the movies; blond hair, muscular body over 6 feet tall, nice smile and happy looking eyes. We kept running into each other during the day and he finally asked me to dinner Monday night. I was scared but excited that this hunk wanted to take homely me to dinner. We hit it off during dinner and he said that I was beautiful. But I just said goodbye that night with just a hand shake even though he tried to kiss me. I didn’t want to seem like a girl wanting sex, but for some strange reason I did want him to take.

The next day I didn’t see him until lunch, but again we went to dinner. This time I let him kiss me before we said good night. He did his best trying to persuade me to come back to his room. But I was a good girl and didn’t go. My fears and religious morality of having sex with a strange man stopped me.

Anyway, I didn’t see him until the end of the day on Wednesday. He seemed kind of happy to see me, but turned to walk away. I was disappointed because I’ve fantasizing about him putting his strong arms around me and passionately kissing. I was going to leave, but suddenly I grabbed his shoulder.

I quickly said in a sensual voice, “Ken I’ve been thinking about you all day and they have been naughty thoughts. So I was wondering if we could have room service in your room tonight, instead of going out. I really want to continue getting to know you.”

He looked at me with his eyes twinkling, grabbed my hand and whisked me away. Even though there were others in the elevator, we were passionately kissing all the way up to his room. Once inside, we quickly undressed each other. Little did I know, until his shirt was off, about how muscular he was with lovely abs.

“Oh my god; he is a hunk,” was what I thought.

As I was in his arms, he whispered, “Kathryn, I thought you didn’t like me or something. God I want you so bad. You are very attractive, with such a hot body and have an addicting smile.”

Oh my god! I haven’t been told I was good-looking in such a long time. I instantly became wet. The next thing I knew, he had me on my back and spreading my legs apart. Then he devoured my pussy. I was in heavenly bliss as he dined at my clit and fingered the outside of my vagina. It had been so long that a guy did that to me.

I moaned in delight and sensually said, “Oh Ken, it’s been such a very long time since I’ve had sex. So please take it slow.”

As his fingers were rubbing my clit, he looked up at me, smiled and replied, “Kathryn, you are such an foxy Lady. I can’t believe guys aren’t knocking down your door to make love to you. Your body is fantastic looking with such firm boobs.”

“I wished that was true,” I moaned

Then he pushed two fingers into my very tight soaked pussy and continued licking my clit. I grabbed his head and pushed it harder on my wet slit. My hips were moving with anticipation, as he continued his meal in between my legs. Suddenly, I pushed his head deep into my pulsating pud of wetness, while gushing with a huge orgasm. I kept shaking for the longest time. When I let him go, he knelt up with a very wet face, smiled and asked if I enjoyed it. I nodded yes and took a deep breath. Then he said that I needed to suck on his cock and get him harder.

He lay down on his back and I went over to his cock. Wow! He had it nicely trimmed. Being only the third guy I’ve ever seen naked, his manhood look very inviting. I took it in my hand and began rubbing it. Then I flick my tongue lightly on his tip. I didn’t know exactly how to suck cock. Slowly I put it in my mouth and sucked on his head. A little bit more and I felt him rising to the occasion. It grew so big. I only could take part of it in my mouth, but did lick his shaft. It wasn’t as bad as I remember, when doing my ex’s smelly bad tasting cock. Ken’s was so yummy. I began to enjoy licking it like an ice cream cone. Once it was in my mouth again, he began pumping up. I gagged, when it reach too deep and lifted my head off gasping for air. As I continued rubbing his rock hard shaft with one hand, I looked into his eyes.

They were glistening as he said, “You aren’t used to sucking a huge cock are you?”

I smiled, whipped the saliva off my chin, and answered, “I’m not used to taking any cock in my mouth. I have a better place to put that big thing.” I was hungry for sex.

I moved forward and positioned my pussy above his cock. Placing it at my wet entrance, I slowly sat down on his huge throbbing member. It felt so good going into my very tight seldom used pussy.

Once he was almost all the way in, I began bouncing up and down on top of him. It hurt a little at first, but after his thick rod stretched me out, it was pure pleasure. Lowering my breast over him, he took the hint and began playing with them. It felt fantastic, as he yanked on my nipples making them stand erect. He kept pumping up into me, as I ground down on his cock. The feeling of my nipples being played with and his huge thick cock ramming in me, just did it. In a few minutes, I shook with another great orgasm. I fell on top of him and stopped moving.

He whispered, asking if I was okay. I just sighed that I was and told him that it’s been more than a year since I’ve had sex. He didn’t say anything. Suddenly, he pushed me off him and told me to lie on my back. Taking my legs, he dragged me to the edge of the bed. Standing in front of me, he pushed my legs up over my body and thrust back into me.

As he did, he said, “That is way too long Kathryn. Let’s see if we can make up for lost time.” He pushed his raging rod all the way in as deep as possible.

It again felt amazing. I had my eyes open leaning up on my arms watching that big thing going in and out of me. It made such nice slurping music, as he speedily pumped me. My body moved in unison with his plundering. I started to build up to another wonderful orgasm, which wasn’t normal for me. Usually one or two and done. But tonight, seeing his eyes twinkling, I knew I was going to have another. Then he closed his eyes, leaned farther over me, and bent my knees, pushing my legs further up my body. It forced me to lay flat on my back. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sex music of his nice cock ramming in and out of me.

I usually don’t talk during sex, but as I was building up to another wonderful orgasm, I blurted, “Oh God! It feels so good! Fuck my pussy Ken! Oh yes! That’s it! Fuck it harder! Oh Yes! Ah! Ah! I just love it!”

I guess with my loud moaning, he really started to thrust harder into me. I could feel all of him deep inside me, forcing another orgasm. A few more pumps and I gushed again, but he didn’t stop impaling me. A minute later he grunted and pulled out. Instead of dumping it in me, he placed his throbbing hard rod on my stomach and began squirting a huge amount of semen with some spattering on my boobs and face. When he finished, he laid next to me on the bed to catch his breath. I sat up and looked at the puddle of cum that was just dumped on my belly.

Then I did something I’ve never done before. I took my finger, touched some of it and tasted it. Oh My! It’s a little salty but not bad. You see I’ve never tasted a guy’s semen before. Even when my ex wanted to squirt it in my mouth, I said no. So at 29 years old, his was the first sperm that I’ve ever tasted. So I took some more and sucked it off my fingers. It was yummy.

Ken suddenly blurted, “Oh Kathryn I’m so sorry about the mess. Let me get something to clean it up.”

He quickly got up and came back with a towel. I took one more little scoop of the great tasting stuff. As I was sucking it off my fingers, he wiped it off my stomach and boobs.

Then he sat next to me and said, “You are so beautiful. I can’t believe a guy like me is here with such a gorgeous hot woman. Has it really been over a year since you had sex? “

I rolled over on my side, leaned up on his chest and answered, “Yes it has been because I was going through a nasty divorce.”

Then I asked, “Do you really think that I’m beautiful?”

I guess the years of degrading comments from my ex have taken its toll on my self-esteem, but I never thought of myself as being pretty.

He sat me up, looked right into my sparkling eyes and answered, “You are a very attractive, hot, sexy, and sensual woman, who seems to like what she has been missing. Don’t let anyone ever tell you different.”

We called room service, ate and talked for hours. I told him my life story about how much of a novice I am sexually, but want to expand my experience. He told me that he would be glad to help me in this endeavor. We laughed and then had sex again.

This time, he finished me doggy and came deep inside me. He only pulled out last time, because he didn’t want to get me pregnant. So I guess telling him that I couldn’t have kids, was very advantageous for me. I love feeling cum squirting in me. Feeling his warm spew inside me just turns me on.

Thursday we went to breakfast and attended a couple of seminars. Then we played hooky all afternoon. I had another 3 wonderful orgasms, while enjoying his 8” cock. At least that the size he told me it was. Afterwards, we went shopping. We had discussed that if I wanted to continue to attract men, I need to dress more revealing. He said my outfits were way too conservative to draw attention to myself.

After a few hours of trying on and modeling clothes for him, I found a few short dresses and skirts. Then we went to another store and I came out modeling this form fitting, bright blue, spaghetti strapped top that I was supposed to wear tights under. Luckily I had my jeans still on, but Ken had a better idea for it. He took the pair of black stockings we just bought from the bag and told me to put them on instead of my jeans. He told me I would look so hot wearing just stockings with it and a G-string panty.

When I came out modeling it for him, it barely covered my butt. He liked it and so did two other guys who were waiting for their wives. They all told me that I looked very alluring in it, although with my strict Christian upbringing, I felt very self-conscious. I’ve never have worn such a revealing outfit out in public before. But the guys kept giving me such great compliments, that I began to enjoy the attention, especially when a few other guys walked by and gawked at me with big grins.

Then he asked if I wanted to try new experiences. I giggled and with all of the positive guy responses, said I did. Smiling he said, “Well then Kathryn, this will be your first lesson at being an exhibitionist.”

I was very nervous but willing to explore a new direction, as he walked me over to a chair. Sitting down, I kept my knees tightly together and pulled the top down as far as I could. Ken walked around me and told me to spread my legs apart. Looking at the four men with lusty grins, I slowly moved my legs apart to give them the view they wanted. I was very humiliated doing do so. One guy told me that I should be happy flaunting my looks. The other guy asked me to open them farther and pull up my top a little higher. He said he was getting nice and hard, looking at such an attractive Lady showing off her assets.

I smiled and asked, “You mean like this?” I had my legs wide apart and pulled up the top to show my panty.

They nodded yes, ogling at me exposed. But for some reason, I suddenly was getting a huge rush of stimulation too. Wow! I was beginning to enjoy my new found gift for attention. When I looked behind them, I saw a few more guys stopping to gape at me. Then a couple of women came out of the dressing room. I quickly stood and went back to change like nothing happened.

Let me say that shopping trip with all of the guys stares and compliments, gave me such a thrill. I think I could get used to this type of attention. I have never thought of myself as a sex object or even being beautiful. But all those guys made me feel like a movie star or a hot model.

Once back at Ken’s room, we kissed and got undressed to take a quick shower before we made love again. Instead, Ken told me that there was one more little detail he needed me to do. Afterwards, I would be transformed into an alluring temptress that I should enjoy becoming.

I asked, “What would that be?”

He chuckled, while lifting me on the counter in the bathroom. Taking out his electric razor and rubbing my red pubic hair he said, “You need to be a little bit more presentable gorgeous.”

I laughed, but he was serious. So he trimmed most of it off. Then he took his razor and shaved me completely clean. I felt so horny from him doing that and I loved the new look. We took a shower together and made love in the shower. Afterward he gave me a nice back rub and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When we woke Friday morning, I was in such a happy state. We went to breakfast and then a few more seminars. It was like I finally found what was missing in my life and now I needed more.So when Ken asked if I was interested in expanding my sexual experiences further, I eagerly said I was. He showed me an advertisement and asked if I would be up for it.

I read it and giggled, “Do you think I’m ready for that type of venue?”

“Yes I do Kathryn,” he replied. “You would be the hottest girl there. But you will need to practice on one little thing first.”

I smiled, put my arms around his neck and kissed him. Then I sensually said, “Okay let’s go. But what do I need practice with?”

He laughed and answered, “Sucking cock and swallowing cum.”

All afternoon I practiced. First I began sucking on a banana, while he explained how to deep throat a cock without gagging. And after some time I used his yummy big cock. I eventually learned the technique. I even swallowed one load. Very tasty! I remember thinking that when I was married, this act was disgusting. But after Ken patient guidance, I now feel differently. I guess I am now ready for my next step in expanding my sexual quest.

Ken suggested going to a Swingers Club. He laughed, when he told me it would be my cumming out party. I started to feel uneasy about the idea, but maybe it was exactly what I needed and secretly wanted to experience. That is, guys I just met having sex with me.

He gave me such a sad puppy dog expression while saying, “So Kathryn, it’s up to you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want too and we can leave any time you say. Just go and give it a try. You may even find that you really enjoy being the center of attention; just like at the store, when you were being an exhibitionist.”

Still being insecure about my looks, sexuality, and religious upbringing, I smiled and answered, “I just don’t know Ken. I’m afraid no one would even look at me. And if they do, it will be only as a sex object. I’ve never been one of those before. My dad would have a heart attack, if he knew I went to a swingers club for sex. Sex is supposed to be for lovers. It’s not to just do for pleasure.”

He laughed and replied, “I think you are scared because it’s new and making excuses not to enjoy life. You are very attractive and should be looked at a lot more as a sex object. Remember the store and all of those guys giving you compliments? I bet they all got an instant hard on looking at you and that wasn’t because you are unattractive. It was because you are Hot! Wednesday I told you I would help you in your endeavor for expanding your new found sexuality. Well this is what I doing. But if you still feel uncomfortable once you get there, we can leave. Also gorgeous, it’s Vegas. No one will ever find out unless you tell them. After being with you all week, I know you really want to experience more sex and I bet you’ll have a great time giving in to your yearnings.”

Well I couldn’t argue with his statements, so I smiled and said, “Okay. I’ll go. It may even be a lot of fun flirting. At least I’ll see what it’s like and that will be a new experience.”

That seemed to make him very happy. I went back to my room and I took a nice long bubble bath. I shaved everything including my pussy again. As I was wrapped in a towel, a knock on my door, it was Ken. He was early wearing black pants and a nice tight blue polo shirt, showing off his muscles. I asked him what he wanted me to wear. He told me the bright blue top.

“Oh my god, that’s way too short”, I whined.

But he insisted. He said he liked the way guys looked at me when I was modeling it. I remember those looks of lust in the guys’ eyes. It made feel uneasy, but for some reason also thrilled that I had such an effect on them. Guys have never looked at me that way before and now they were. That idea motivated me and I began to like the feeling.

I put it on, with black thigh high stockings, a black thong, and my new black stilettos. I didn’t wear a bra so my nipples protruded from under the tight material. Looking in the full length mirror, I pulled down the top as far as I could, but it barely covered the tops of my stockings. When I raised my arms up, it rose showing my thong. I was very nervous wearing it out in public, but then I told myself that I needed to get over my hang-ups. I have seen other girls wear outfits like this one. I told myself that it was about time that I advertised my looks in order to eliminate my own insecurities and fears.

Ken took one look at me and blurted, “Kathryn, you look really hot. I think I’m going to get jealous tonight with all of those guys admiring your beauty.” He came over to me put his strong arms around me and kissed me. Then he whispered, “You will be the hottest girl there.”

Dinner was at PF Chang's. It is a busy restaurant at our hotel and I had a lot of stares while waiting in the lobby for a table. I kept my knees tightly together with my hands in my lap, trying to get over my inhibitions. When we got up for a table, I forgot to pull my top back down and it barely covered my ass. As I walked by a table full of guys, I could feel their gawks and I wiggled my walk a little bit more. Dinner was great and we split a bottle of wine, although I drank most of it. I was becoming so tense about this whole endeavor and the wine did help. I even stopped keeping my knees tightly together and didn’t care who looked. The table where those guys were sitting was close enough to where I bet they got a nice view of my panty. Every time I looked over at them, they were staring at me. After dinner, I sauntered by them and smiled. I heard a comment about wondering if I was a call girl; whatever that is. Then we left to find the swinger house.

After an hour of driving lost, it was around 10 pm when we finally found the hidden house in East Las Vegas. There were a lot of cars in a vacant lot next to it. I was now starting to get uneasy again, wearing such a revealing outfit. But Ken put his arm around me, kissed me, and told me that I had nothing to fear. Suddenly, a huge rush of adrenaline engulfed me, as we walked toward this secluded abode.

We walked in and saw this huge room, with music playing, many couples dancing and some unattached guys at the bar. I felt like they all were staring at me. A friendly burly guy asked for our donation of $40 per couple and if this was our first time. I tightly held Ken’s arm, as he said it was. Looking at Ken then locking mentally undressing me me, while his eyes roamed down my body, he explained the rules. No one upstairs unless they are a couple, NO means NO, and to practice safe sex, as he pointed to a large bowl filled with condoms.

Just as we were walking away he said: “Oh by the way. Just some advice! I wouldn’t take your beautiful Lady into the Red Room. This is singles night, so there are a lot of guys looking for a girl like her to have fun with. So stay out of it.”

He pointed to a red door at the end of the bar area and laughed. Maybe it was drinking too much wine and starting to become a little tipsy, but I giggled and for some reason became very curious about that room.

Anyway it was BYOB and we didn’t bring any, so a nice guy named TJ, told us that I could help myself to his. The bar guy then made me a Margarita and we began talking for a while. TJ said he comes here every Friday because they allow single guys in for $100, while single girls are free. Then he laughed and told us that there is usually a little more action and better looking women, but tonight it seemed a little dead. Well it seemed crowded to me. Then he told me that things are now looking up because I arrived. Smiling at me, he told me I was very beautiful and loved my outfit.

Every time I looked over at him, his eyes were staring down at my legs, which had my stocking tops exposed and barely covered me. When he looked up at me, his eyes would stop at my chest. I just thought it was a typical horny guy, but for some reason I was beginning to like his inspections. Guys never did that to me before.

Anyway, I was becoming very giddy, like already drinking way too much, so I wanted to dance to get away from TJ gawks. I grabbed Ken’s hand and we went to the dance floor. As we danced, I became very amorous and kept rubbing my body up against Ken. When I twirled, I could see TJ watching my every move with a lusty look across his face. I forgot how high my dress rose up with my hands in the air. I teasingly kept rubbing up against Ken asking about peeking in the Red Room, just to see. I don’t know why I was still so fixated about it, but I was.

I tried to persuade Ken with my body, but he said, “Look Kathryn, we were told not to go in there. So let’s find another place.” I meekly answered back, “Okay!”

After some time, Ken became tired and wanted to rest. He whispered about finding us a private place so we could make love and walked away to search. I had so much energy and still wanted to dance, so when TJ grabbed my hand, I smiled and waved bye to Ken. As we danced, he continually complimented me on my beauty and how hot I looked swaying to the music. He said I was making a lot of guys horny, desiring me.

I was becoming very amorous, knowing that guys became horny just by looking at me. My fear of no one wanting me, turned into eagerness of wanting them to ogle at me. So I raised my hands high and twirled on the dance floor to tease anyone who was watching. I looked around the room and did notice many men looking at me. I smiled and wiggled enjoying their attention, when TJ asked if I wanted to see what goes on in the Red Room.

I quickly screeched, “Oh my god! YES!”

He smiled and pulled me toward it, but before we went in, we stopped at the bar and told him to make me the special drink. I watched intently as this guy poured some tequila and margarita mix and strawberries over some ice. Then he took a small packet of this brownish powder and shook it into the blender.

After mixing it, he poured it in a large glass, smiled and said, “Now cutie, if you drink this you will have such a great time. But I have to warn you that some girls have become uncontrollable and total sluts afterwards. You may want sex with a lot of guys. You have been warned and drink it at your own risk. Okay!”

I took a sip. It was sweet and very yummy. Looking up at him, I asked what the powder was. That’s when TJ laughed and blurted, “Oh don’t worry about that gorgeous. It’s not a date rape drug or ecstasy or anything harmful; although you may feel lots of ecstasy after it kicks in. It’s supposed to relax you and allow all of your inhibitions to disappear. The girls have told me that it makes sex feel incredible and I’ve had no complaints afterwards.”

They both laughed and the bartender added, “Sweetie, it’s called Spice. It’s completely safe and girls have thanked me because they had the most amazing sex ever. But if you feel uneasy about it, by all means don’t drink it. But if you do, I guarantee you’ll be a very happily satisfied girl by the time the night ends, but it’s your choice! I’m not forcing you to drink it. You do understand that.”

I answered back I did, but being thirsty from over an hour of dancing, I began sipping it. Ken came back and said he found a nice private room for us. I giggled and said that TJ was going to take me in the Red Room as soon as I finish this yummy drink. Well Ken wasn’t happy about it, but TJ told him that it would okay. Then he asked Ken what he wanted to let me go into that room.

Ken told TJ to follow him and they walked over to a corner where I couldn’t hear. As I was enjoying the brew, I watched them argue with TJ giving Ken something.

When they came back, Ken said, “I’m going to leave it up to you Kathryn. Do you want to go into the Red Room and have sex with TJ and probably others, or come with me for our own little rendezvous?”

As I just finished the last yummy drop of my drink, I looked at Ken and slurred, “Well isn’t that why you brought me here to have sex with others? So I guess I want to see what all the fuss is about that room. We don’t have to stay long in there. I just want to see what goes on in it.”

I got up off my stool, almost falling and TJ held me up. Then all three of us walked into the dreaded Red Room. I guess my curiosity just got the better of me and I also was feeling very horny. Being a little tipsy, my conscious didn’t register the part about sex with others at all. I thought I was only going to visit the room, although TJ had other ideas.

The large room was nothing special. It was dimly lighted with black couches scattered all over the place, padding on the floor, and loud sounds of sex in one corner with a few guys standing over a girl. There also was a fat girl on the floor being fucked by two other guys. So I realized that the room was just a place to have open sex with anyone.

Okay, my curiosity was over and time to leave. But suddenly my body started to become really hot, especially in between my legs. My mind was becoming foggy and confused. I had this uncontrollable urge to be ravished like the girl on the floor. I felt like I was being transported into another plane of existence. As I started to sway with the music, I began rubbing my hands up and down my body and boobs. The sensations of touching me just magnified my sexual desires into an erotic need to fuck. TJ came over and held me so I could rub myself up against him and it felt fantastic. He asked how I was feeling, but I think he already knew.

I giggled and slurred, “What was in that drink. I’m so fucking horny. I hope you are going to help with that problem. Oh god what is happening to me? I want you TJ!”

I pushed myself harder against TJ body and kissed him. When we broke for air, he pulled up my dress so others could see my lower body. As he rubbed my drenched pussy, he pulled the G-string tight in my butt and laughed.

Whispering, “Oh yes gorgeous, we are definitely going to help you with the little sex problem. We told you it was just a little Spice to get you relaxed. Some girls also become like you, very hot and horny. I was hoping it would have that effect on you too. You’ll thank me later by being one, happy, satisfied little slut, when it’s all over. But right now we all need to see that exquisite hot body of yours.”

I was mesmerized by an intense sexual feeling that the next thing I remember was being taken over to one of the couches. I helped them pull down my top and take off my panty. I willing spread my legs apart so everyone, now five guys including Ken and TJ, could see my swollen, wanting, and wet pussy. It was like the whore part of me was finally let out, taking control with all of my long time sexual restraints disappearing. I was feeling so libidinous and wanted to feel a cock buried in me really bad.

As I was now holding onto two guy cocks, TJ stood in front pushing my legs even farther apart. Suddenly I heard Ken yell, “Kathryn”! Looked up and smiled at me.”

A bright flash blinded me for a moment. He was holding his phone and snapped a photo or two. Then TJ pulled me down, pushed my legs up, and dropped his head in between them, devouring my drenched very excited pussy.

“Oh Yes! That’s exactly what I wanted,” I thought.

As I was moaning in bliss, my nipples were being yanked on, while those other two guys suddenly pushed their cocks into my mouth. It was an exhilarating sexual feeling like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I was stimulated having fun slurping on these guy bare cocks, while TJ was giving me such fantastic pleasure fingering and licking my pussy. Suddenly I shook with my first of many orgasms I had that night. I couldn’t believe how quickly I came, because it usually takes me a while to build up to it.

When I did, TJ stopped licking and fingering me, looked up at me with his face wet from my juices, and asked, “So gorgeous! Since you just enjoyed a huge orgasm, is it okay for all of us to fuck you? You have such a gorgeous fuckable body. It would give us great pleasure to hear your screams of ecstasy over and over again, while we enjoy that hot little cunt of yours. Well what do you say?”

He started to finger my pussy again as they waited for an answer. It felt amazing, making me crave more of that wonderful sensation I was now intensely engrossed in. The gratification of having such a massive orgasm made my mind become filled with only thoughts sex. Nothing else mattered except indulging in fulfilling those urges of decadence and I wanted to feel this way forever.

So I happily moaned, “Oh god yes. I want to feel you in me too! Yes, yes! Take me!”

A guy with his phone pointed at me, told TJ that he got it all. TJ smiled and told me that they all would be happy to grant my wish. At the time I didn’t care.

Quickly, TJ pushed my legs up and began to enter my very wet wanting pussy with his big bare cock. I have to say, that felt mind-blowing going into me that I almost came again, but instead I moaned with the intense pleasure his enormous cock was giving me. Then he started to fuck me very slowly at first, while the other guys watched and had me play with their dicks.

I squealed and moaned yelling, “Oh yes, that’s it! Oh god it feels incredible! I can feel all of you in me. Oh yes. Ah! That’s exactly what I want! Fuck me Darling.”

As he pushed harder into me, I lustfully moved my hips with his rhythm enjoying him, while making my boobs jiggle back and forth with each one of his pleasurable thrusts. As I was relishing with his cock throbbing in me, a guy with tattoos and long hair walked in.

He watched what was going and yelled, “Great, a Gangbang!”

I turned toward him and smiled. He smiled back, walked up closer to me to watch me getting fucked, and asked if he could partake.

I moaned, “I guess so! Oh that feels great TJ! Oh Yes, fuck me harder TJ! Oh yes. Don’t stop. Oh god I’m cumming again.”

He turned to TJ and asked the same question. TJ slowed down so I could enjoy my orgasm and answered, “Sure Dude! The more the merrier. But you have to wait your turn.”

The guy laughed and told him something back, left, and in a few minutes came back with four guys behind him.

When I turned back to concentrate, TJ picked up the pace and was speedily pumping me. The fast paced thrusting created such a stir that I again began building up to another wonderful orgasm. He just kept plowing into my pussy as I squealed in the pleasurable passion being created, until he finally pulled out. Taking his cock to my face, he told me to open my mouth wide, grunted that he was cumming, and shot a huge load into my mouth, while splattered some on my face. To my surprise, I loved it and swallowed most of it. I guess all of that practicing with Ken earlier was paying off. That’s when things started to become a little fuzzy and everyone else started taking a turn with me.

With my new blue top starting to become cum stained, I had them take it off over my head as I was waiting for the next guy to enter my soaked pussy. Now naked except for my stockings and shoes, the group began a non-stop display of lust with me as their licentious sperm receptacle and for some reason I was enjoying every minute.

I was now on all fours when Ken took a turn. It was a position that I would be in most of the night. I was no longer a prude, but was enjoying the ravishing and would turn back and say something crazy.

“Hurry up. I need to feel a cock in me.” I giggled as I spoke. "Who's next!"

Some guys came really quickly, like after a few minutes. Others lasted longer and a few lasted a long, long time. TJ did me three times, the last in my ass and was also the first time that I ever had anal sex. He liked the idea of breaking in an anal virgin too. So a few others took a turn in my ass and surprising to me, I liked it.

As guys kept coming into the room to partake, I was constantly screaming to fuck me harder and when one guy finished, I would turn back and ask who was next on many occasions. I was so out of control and was having many terrific orgasms in the process. It was a night to remember. I just don’t know what got into me that night. Maybe it was that drink that allowed me to eliminate all of my inhibitions. I really just don’t know.

Well to end this tale of debauchery, I was in this unbelievable state of utter euphoria until early morning and was a gooey mess when it was all over. One guy after another took me, creating such indescribable elation for all of us, especially me. I didn’t know who was doing me at any time, except TJ. I always knew when he put his big cock in me, because he always said something to me.

Like, “Kathryn I hope you are enjoying this as much as all of us. Your body is still so fucking hot, even after 9 guys have had you. And there’s plenty more waiting for their turn.”

I would moan back something like, “Yes I am! Don’t stop! I want more! Yes! Oh yes! Make me cum again!”

When I was finally coming down from my sexual high, I had cum dripping all over my body and from my stretched holes. I guess that burly guy was there watching during the event too.

As guys were leaving, he stood me up, chuckled and said, “I knew if I told you not to go into this room you would. Girls usually do whenever I tell them not to do something. Go clean up! I have a surprise for you.”

He pointed me to a door in the back of the room, which had a small shower and toilet in it. As cum was dripping down my thighs, Ken walked me over to it. I now hurt a little trying to walk, but not as much as the next couple of days. He turned on the water and helped me off with my torn stockings. When he went to throw them in a small trash can in the corner, he picked it up and brought it over to me.

Laughing he said, “Look Kathryn. See how many happy guys you made tonight.”

It was more than half full of used condoms, although not all were from me. There were other girls in the room having sex throughout the night besides just me.

After I dressed, I couldn’t find my panty and it felt wonderful being bare. As I was finally leaving the building, the burly guy stopped me and said, “Where are you going gorgeous, you can’t leave just yet.”

I turned and waited for him, the bartender and TJ to walk up to me. He said, “For the best of the night, here is a free pass. Just call me ahead of time so I can set something special up for you.”

Then he laughed and said, “You had the most men ever at the club. It was sure fun watching you fuck all of them. I hope you to come back and see us again.”

The bartender also chimed in and said, “Now you have to tell me if drinking the Spice was worth it and made you one satisfied happy girl. I know I had fun experiencing your lovely body too and you seemed to be really enjoying yourself.”

I just looked at him, smiled and answered, “I’ve never been so horny before and I had so many wonderful orgasms. I now know I like anal sex too. So I guess you can say that I’m totally satisfied. And oh yes, I’m very happy.” I giggled as we left.

When we got to the car it was a different story. I was now feeling very regretful. Looking sadly at Ken, I said, “I don’t know what happened or what I was doing. I don’t even know how many guys had sex with me. Do you know Ken? Did I look like I was having fun? I feel so ashamed and cheap allowing guys to take me like that!”

Tears formed in my eyes, when he answered, “Kathryn, if you really want to know I’ll tell you how many men, but you probably should just forget about the number of guys. But instead ask yourself if you had fun and enjoyed the night like you just said you did. I mean it sure seemed like you were having fun from the way you kept screaming for someone to fuck you. If you received lots of pleasure and were satisfied then you have nothing to be embarrassed about”

I looked into his twinkling eyes, took a long pause and deep breath remembering my orgasms, then replied, “Well thinking about it, I guess you’re right. I did have pleasure from all of my wonderful orgasms. I just didn’t know who was giving them to me. Enjoying so many men at once is new to me and very scary. I’m afraid of who will find out and if I’m now a whore. Did I really ask guys to fuck me?” He laughed, put his arms around my body and hugged me.

The next day, Ken woke me up around 11 am. He told me he had to catch his flight in a few hours. I quickly got up, but moved gingerly. I was a little sore. We took a shower together and he washed my hair. He told me I had some stuff in it, but then laughed and said it was just dried cum. That’s when I remembered what happened. I shrieked and asked if it was true that I had sex with lots of guys. He told it was, but again refused to tell me how many. My pussy was very sore and especially my nipples from guys tugging on them. I never thought I was that type of girl and was mortified by my behavior; that is a girl that allows to be used like piece of meat for their and her pleasure. “Oh my god, maybe I really am that type,” I thought!

As the warm water ran down my sore abused body, he whispered, “But Kathryn, I witnessed you in total submissive sexual bliss, shaking from multiple orgasms the whole time. When TJ put his cock in your ass for the first time, you whined but then took to it like a girl in heat. Last night has opened you up to becoming the women you asked to become on Wednesday. Now you’re telling me you didn’t have fun?”

I took a deep breath, turned to face him, looked into his sparkling eyes, and said, “No I had lots of fun. In fact, I enjoyed last night way too much. I just feel ashamed of my behavior because I never thought I would ever enjoy being gang banged. I’m afraid I’ll do it again and someone will find out, especially my parents or work.”

He laughed, held me, and told me it’s alright. Then he told me that I should move forward, not reverse my sexual appetite. If I want to do that again, then do so or just enjoy my new found desire for sex. No one will ever know unless I tell them.

Then he laughed and said, “I bet on Monday when we met, you never thought by the time Saturday came around you would become a complete Full Service Girl. Now did you?”

I just smiled, gave him a kiss, and replied, “No I didn’t. I just wanted to meet a nice man and I have. But thanks Ken for everything. I did way more than I ever dreamed I could do. If it wasn’t for you, I would still be a frustrated horny girl. You gave me the necessary encouragement to enjoy everything sex has to offer. Thanks for bringing me out of my shell. But Darling, what do you mean by being a Full Service Girl?” He laughed and told me I would have to think about it and it will come to me.

On my 4 hour drive home, I kept replaying the gang bang in my mind and was becoming wet from thinking about it. I kept wondering what he meant by that term. It wasn’t until week later when he sent me some photos of that night, did I realize the meaning.

I’ll tell you if you write and ask me or make a comment on my story. Also I did find out how many guys I had sex with that night. Ken finally told me when we met up the next month. I’ve seen him many times in the next year. We had some outrageous fun times too that I should write about. But those are other stories. I may write about a few of them when I have time.